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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Cover Reveal: On Demon Wings by Karina Halle

Guys, I'm so excited to show you the cover for Karina Halle's On Demon Wings today. It is the 5th book in the Experiment in Terror series and will be released May 13, 2012.

As some of you may know, this series has quickly become one of my favorite series to date. I love Perry & Dex. I can not wait to read this one!

Blurb:

Everything has changed.When the life you wanted has crumbled beneath your fingers, there’s nothing left to do but pick up the pieces and soldier on. You’ve done this before.

But what happens when you no longer feel like yourself anymore? When fires spontaneously start-up around you, when you hear growling coming from underneath your bed, and you no longer recognize your face in the mirror. What happens then?

Ghost-hunter Perry Palomino doesn’t have much time to find out. Now, the evil she used to hunt is a lot closer to home. It’s inside of her, taking over her life bit-by-terrifying bit, and there’s only one person who can help her.

If part of her doesn’t kill him first.

DRUM ROLL.......

Can the cover get any more gorgeous?

Also, Karina was amazing enough to give us a little excerpt of her upcoming On Demon Wings.

On Demon Wings Exclusive Excerpt:

After
she left, I gritted my teeth until my jaw began to hurt and eventually drifted
off to sleep. I was soon awakened by a presence nearby. Ada must have been back
in the room with me.

“Did you
find the hot water bottle?” I mumbled into my pillow, not wanting to move or
open my eyes.

I heard
the door shut and felt Ada’s presence move toward me. She stopped at the foot
of the bed.

Stopped.

And
waited.

I could
hear her breathing, it was low and ragged, like her lungs were filled with
loose stones.

“Ada?” I
asked again. “What are you doing?”

When she
didn’t respond, I opened my eyes and raised my head in her direction.

There
was no one there.

The door
was closed but Ada wasn’t in my room. I was alone.

The back
of my neck was enveloped in icy prickles. I had just heard someone, heard them
breathing as clear as day.

“Hello?”
I asked timidly, my voice sounding extra small. There was this indescribable
feeling around me, my bedroom blanketed by a heavy, eerie vibe. Everything
looked normal, except the air near the lamp in the corner seemed to bend and
warp, like a sheet of moving plastic.

I rubbed
my eyes and sat up slowly. I tried to focus on the anomaly until my eyes
adjusted and everything looked fine again.

“Ada,” I
said loudly, hoping she’d hear me wherever she was in the house. “Did you close
my door?”

I waited
for a response, waited to hear the breathing again. I held my own breath.

The
doorbell rang, its clang causing my heart to seize. I gasped, surprised and thoroughly
spooked.

It rang
again.

And
again.

Then
stopped.

My alarm
clock on my bedside table said it was 11:42 at night. Who on earth was ringing
our doorbell at this hour? Was it Ash?

Rebecca?

Someone…
else?

I felt a
tightness in my chest at that last thought and carefully eased myself out of
the bed and over to the window. I peered though it onto the driveway below. The
motion detector lights weren’t on and I couldn’t see a car or anyone out there.
I listened, hearing the front door open and my mother saying “hello?” into a
darkness that didn’t answer back.

There
was a single knock at my own door. I cried out, my heart hammering wildly, and
spun around to see a shadow sliding underneath the door and into my room.

“Ada?”

Another
knock. My door shook from its singular impact.

“Mom?”
Now my voice was shaking.

Another
knock, louder this time, as if to shut me up.

“Um,
come in?”

I walked
over to it, taking silent, slow steps, listening for whoever was on the other
side. Whoever had knocked three times.

I heard
that breathing again.

I paused
in mid-stride then took one more step until I was up against the door. I
reached for the handle in slow motion, hesitating before placing my hand on it,
afraid of what I might find on the other side. I was always afraid of what I
might find on the other side. I knew better now than to chalk up anything
strange as pure paranoia.

If I
thought there was a monster in my closet, there probably was a monster in my closet.

My eyes
flitted to the shadow on the floor. As if to prove my point, the shadow slowly
eased back under the doorframe until it was gone.